I have a best friend named Bryan. He loves me without my makeup and when I'm in sweats. He tells me he loves me every day. He thinks I'm beautiful or, at least, convinces me that he does. He gets my quirkiness and moodiness. He holds me when I fall apart and gives me space to move when I get antsy. It's a delicate balance to live with me and he does it very well. I love that guy.
I have this best friend named Jessica. When they wrote the fruits of the spirit, it was actually a description of Jess. You know how there are some people who seem to be near perfect. Well, I met this perfect friend when we were 15. We had to bunk together at Windermere for a whole summer. Amazingly, she looked through my faults and obnoxious Goofy shirts and befriended me. We have stood up in each others weddings, held each others newborns and watched our children play together. In our 19+ year friendship her kindness has never wavered. I have never once had a bad thought about her. In her grace and kindness, she calls me her friends still.
I have this best friend named Heather. She has a life about her that is incredible. She proudly wears the necklaces to church that her children make her and isn't scared to dance with them in the middle of a Baptist wedding reception. She sends cards just because. I don't know what on earth I have done to deserve her as a friend. I often wonder how she does it. How does she radiate God's love to others just by breathing? Does she make others feel the same way she makes me feel? Loved, accepted, special, hopeful? I would have loved to know her in high school. I would have loved to have known her as a person on her wedding day. I cherish that friendship like a precious treasure.
I have these best friends known as the "Clique." A group of misfits landed in Roach Missouri from all corners of Missouri, a Kansan and an Iowan. Magic was made. I can still to this day call that the happiest time of my life. Sitting around talking about nothing and everything. Crammed in the back of a Mustang to buy sunglasses or play ski-ball. Doing a lip sync routine to a Gilda Radner SNL sketch. How did I get the cool kids to like me? I would sit there and wonder, do they really like me? Am I contributing anything to their enjoyment? Am I the one they took pity on and let me hang out? I still don't know 100% percent but we still contact each other and I know that I would drop anything to be by their sides if they needed me. I am like a fish without water being in a city without these friends sometimes.
I have other best friends:
- Kim who shows me that faith lived out is a beautiful thing. Time with family is precious and fleeting and should be a priority.
- Elaine who isn't afraid to show her feelings and can spot when I'm having a tough day in 30 seconds or less.
- Kari, who actually accepted my sister's little sister as her friend. She has more talent in her little finger than I do in my whole body.
- Katherine who amazes me weekly. Despite being harassed by me, her Bible Study leader, she excels in life. She is a phenomenal mother. She is so comfortable in her own skin it's ridiculous. She goes to class and gets honors. I am amazed that she likes me at all!